12am In The Met (feat. Gasbag Stacks)

Damn, Pablo, you got this bitch going crazy

Okay, okay, okay

Walked in the stu with bout ah k

We in the met right now and I'm vibes

Feelin' just like the A

Okay, okay, okay

I blow this bitch here one day

I ain't no boy, no more, I'm a man

I ain't got time to play

Okay, okay, okay

Walked in the stu with bout ah k

We in the met right now and I'm vibes

Feelin' just like the A

Okay, okay, okay

I blow this bitch here one day

I ain't no boy, no more, I'm a man

I ain't got time to play

Okay, okay, okay

I'm sayin' what it is and what it ain't

Seven-six-two's, leave em' stank

**** I need all that, this ain't no prank

Got me clutching my fye on a sneaky link

Like, uh, uh, uh, uh

**** done lost his top

Damn lil surf been out his top

****, I get this drill shit from my pops

End up in a drought for bout a week

How fast I move this pint

Me and stacks bang 36, she wanna fuck on sight

Came up in this bitch with my blick

Cause I tuck it tight

Had to tell her I'm off that wock

The only reason I stayed the night

I'm up in the stu, up in the met

Subi's and Amiris

Know them bandits creepin' close

You cannot get near me

All my **** shootin' just like Luka

Don't do Jason Terry

You ain't gotta ask who poppin' shit

You can see it clearly

One-stop shop, ****, we got it all

Came up off that campus strictly

Known for getting my package off

I been hittin' the road

Been missing plays made that back in one jug

Puttin' on for the hood

I slay it once, she know I do it good

Still want that get back from that other shit

I tend to creep at night

Hang out with that G-19

You know I got the beamin' light

Come shop with the fuckin' team

You know we got the lows and highs

When them flames get high

You know them bandits tend to fuckin' rise

We just hit the road, car go too fast

So I pray we don't check

Drop a arm and leg on this lil' bitch

So she gon' give me neck

Won't catch me in the loop

I get in tune, I see it's bout that check

Tryna hop box on a jet

Lil' bitch, she say she like my vibe

I'ma young turnt, ****, on my shit

And I get super fly

Fuck the bitch, she tried to cut me off

So I got super high

Had to flex on ****, drop some flicks

And I ain't even try

Shit, I pop perkys, I get super geek

Who woulda known his bitch, a super freak

I ain't even tryna get inside this bitch

If I can't bring the glee

Drop a bag, them youngins creep

That shit tragic, heard he got booked for his blick

**** tryna come and hit your spot

They find out you a lick

When it come down to that pape

These **** know how this shit get

How you got that work them junkies

Call my phone they need a fix, Set!